Ode to the Common Man

Overheard at an airport within the last seven calendar days. Cletus and Earl are not their given names, mostly because I don’t know the real ones.

Cletus: Dude, you’ve gotta check this new, uh, internet thing out.Earl: What is it?Cletus: Fox-something, and it’s awesome.Earl: Better than what I got?Cletus: Oh yeah. Hell yeah. Let me show you.Earl: How’s that?Cletus: Well, it’s like a zillion times faster, for one, but then it’s also got these things…Earl: Wait, what did you just do?Cletus: It’s like another internet thing, within the original internet thing.Earl: Wow.Cletus: Yeah, all on one page, see?Earl: Yeah.Cletus: And it’s still a zillion times faster, and it’s free.Earl: You’re shitting me.Cletus: Nope. Click the little house button, you can get there.Earl: Wow.Cletus: Yeah.

Airports are perhaps more helpful than any other single venue for reminding me of what an echo chamber I live in.